Chapter-67

The insistent rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, gently nudging me out of my slumber. An inviting aroma wafted through the air. The intoxicating smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled harmoniously with the irresistible scent of flavoured bread—tartine was it?

Confusedly, I opened my heavy lids and realized I was in an unfamiliar room. Trying to make sense of the situation, memories from the previous night flooded my thoughts, causing me to groan and hide beneath the blanket.

Of course, it’d be an unknown room. I wasn’t back to where my husbands had kept me captive. We were in Paris. Surrounded by people.

After a moment of contemplating, I ultimately mustered up the inner strength to rise from my slumbered state and start on my morning routine. It was an unequivocal truth the man responsible for my father's death had once again infiltrated my thoughts, emotions, and body the previous night, pushing me to the brink of pleasure-induced release. Yet, despite the uneasy intents